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Grief is a strange companion

I carry you like a jacket

worn inside my skin

I hate making dinner alone

but you’re not coming home

Grief is a strange companion

it feels like this cabin

which has been abandoned

is lonely and a bit forlorn

my enthusiasm for the novel

kept me home in the evening

your enthusiasm for the novel

turned out to be fatal

laughter to ashes

life seems to keep living

days pass like regret

I carry you Brett 

inside my chest

heavy and warm

the garden comes down in fall storms

it’s quieter here than suits my ears

I hate making dinner alone


2 responses

  1. Stacy

    Beautiful, Cheryl, it made me cry. Use your creativity to express the deep grief. I love the first two lines. I get that. Much love my amazing friend. Peace be with you.

    November 12, 2013 at 9:46 am

  2. pat

    Your words perfectly express the sorrow that is with me every day, and sharing this sadness with you makes my world a little lighter. Somewhere there is a purpose, and our challenge is to find it and complete the circle once again. Thanks, babe, for your soulful words.

    November 16, 2013 at 2:11 pm

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